Fall’s Hands

Fall, Forest, Colorful, Season, Woods
Pixabay

Falling into Fall’s hands

Into Autumn’s mitts

Time for sweaters

And changing leaves

As Summer calls it quits

Though a colourful time of year

It still brings many low

As temperature drops – and nights close in

And chill winds begin to blow

 

Padre

 

Tuesday Writing Prompt: into fall’s hands

 

2:19 – A Poem in the Chant Form

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

 

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

For time immemorial it’s been that way

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

Two-twenty is but a few ticks away

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

Whether it’s digital or an analog array

It’s two-nineteen twice a day

The photo above – this displays

 

Padre

 

“The chant poem is about as old as poetry itself. In fact, it may be the first form poetry took. Chant poems simply incorporate repetitive lines that form a sort of chant. Each line can repeat, or every other line. It’s easy to find many poetic forms that incorporate chanting with the use of a refrain. However, a chant poem is a little more methodical than a triolet or rondeau. (Writer’s Digest).”

Teresa Grabs, Poetry Challenge #1

 

Agent Provocateur: A Clogyrnach

two men in black suit holding transparent umbrellas walking in the street

Photo by bantersnaps on Unsplash

 

The meeting short – a brief exchange,
Important matters to arrange.
The envelope passed –
Future events cast –
Time at last –
Regime change

 

I have been experimenting recently with the clogyrnach form.  As Colleen’s 2020 Weekly  challenge was for poets to choose their own theme and format, I thought I would give it a go in that form.  While the form is not on on Colleen’s Syllabic Form Cheatsheet, I thought she might appreciate yet another syllabic form.

Clogyrnach

A clogyrnach is poem. This Welsh poetic form is typically a six-line syllabic stanza with an ab rhyme scheme:

Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 2: 8 syllables with an a rhyme
Line 3: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 4: 5 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 5: 3 syllables with a b rhyme
Line 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme

Padre

FOWC with Fandango — Exchange

 

 

 

Faith – The Void Filler: Tanka

aerial photography of black and grey clouds

Photo by Matt Flores on Unsplash

Life deals unfairness
Great sorrow and dark losses 
The vacuous void
We but only can hope fill –
Faith the greatest void filler

Written for  Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday .  Colleen explains that a Tanka follow s a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure, and consist of five lines.  These are written in the first person point of view. “This is important because the poem should be written from the perspective of the poet.”  This week’s prompt calls for the poem to contain synonyms for EMPTY & SPACE.

My Tanka, this week is written from the perspective of both grief and hope, in the aftermath of a recent bereavement, but with a Christian faith to carry me through.

Padre

Head Held Up: A Tanka of Hope

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

Flood waters rising
Life pommeled on every side
In woe – senses drown –
But still in bloom despite it
Head held up against the flow

COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 145 #PHOTOPROMPT (photo above)

The tanka is a five lined poem with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable form.  It often centres on imagery, but today I have gone for emotive feel in the hope that the message that life’s pressures and assaults need not drown us.  There is hope, and we can stand against the pains and concerns life deals us.  Written on the first full day of my widowhood.

Padre

To Await A Coming Storm

Landscape, Autumn, Morgenstimmung, Haze

image – Pixabay

In the morning they ascended –

The rolling hills of deepest green –

To await a coming storm

 

At noon they knelt and prayed there –

Amid the glens and knolls, that –

In the morning they ascended

 

In the afternoon they fought there –

A struggle for their lives, in –

The rolling hills of deepest green

 

By eve with battle ended –

Many brave lads ne’er again –

To await a coming storm

 

Padre

 

Shadow Poetry … Cascade

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem.

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

 

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Cascade Poem

Without Horizon

tree mountain snow cloud sky fog mist hill wave weather meteorological phenomenon atmospheric phenomenon atmosphere of earth geological phenomenon

image: pxhere.com

Without Horizon

Raised in hills and valleys,

Land of waterfalls and sheep,

Of cloud and rain, and narrow views,

The sky pinched by mountains steep.

 

Reared in a place of woodlands,

Of trees and foliage thick,

By forests on every hand – closing in,

The sky dappled by leaves and sticks.

 

Raised in climes of ice and snow,

Where, as one, land and sky do blend,

A white-washed place of blowing drifts,

A vast whiteness without end.

(74 words)

Padre

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This piece is offered as a metaphor for how our views are narrowed by our upbringings, and how our world can be so well enhanced by seeing the world (both literally and through the eyes of others).

Sammi Cox’s Challenge

The Stars Rejoice

This is my first attempt at a timed prompt:

sky

The Stars Rejoice

The darkest nights upon a new moon do fall,

Yet the stars rejoice in the opportunity to shine,

They brighter for the lunar disks absence from heaven’s hall,

And for long nocturnal minutes, they paint the heavens in bright array,

All in prelude of the sun’s coming claim of day.

 

Padre (14 minutes + 4 to find the photo)

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: January 15, 2019 Today’s prompt: Use the words new moon/minutes/prelude in a poem